On our last afternoon in Austria, my wife and I headed to the sauna for a bit of après-ski relaxation. I am never quite sure what I am meant to be getting out of this experience. You get hot and sweaty and it’s hard to breathe, which I imagine is what it’s like to be buried alive. My guess is that for some people it’s a bit like having a spicy curry, more about the bravado of what you can take, rather than any actual pleasure.
I was wearing my trunks, waiting for my… Read the full story